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In your high school photo |
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You looked so young and naive |
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Now I heard you got a nickname |
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The lady of the leash |
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Well I find you on a midnight shift |
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I bet you had your fair share of stiffs |
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There were onerous odours |
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I've got to admit |
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'Cause you're a dangerous, dangerous |
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A dangerous beauty |
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So plainfully plain to us |
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You're doing your duty |
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Who you got there in that hood, you look so fancy in those photographs |
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With your rubber gloves on you're a favourite with the Chiefs of Staff |
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You're doing such a wonderful job |
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You're a natural at working with dogs |
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Keeping everyone awake at night |
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With a touch of the prods |
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Well you're a dangerous, dangerous |
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A dangerous beauty |
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Yeah, disdainfully, painfully |
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A bit of booty, yeah |
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You're a dangerous, dangerous |
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A dangerous beauty |
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Beauty |
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Well you're a dangerous, dangerous |
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A dangerous beauty |
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If I was your captain |
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I'd put you soon to bed |
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What I say |
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Yeah everybody |
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Beauty |
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Everybody now, yeah |
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Are you all tied up, put in a box |
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Yeah, dangerous |
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Giving them electric shocks |
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I've seen the gloves coming off |
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Dangerous |
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If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now |
